Action;

[As soon as she leans against him, he grabs at her, burying his face against his shoulder as though he wants to bury it all through that. He's not crying or anything, no, but it's obvious that the subject hurts him.]

I've never even told Dave. I don't know if I ever could.

I--I hate myself. Not just because of this, but this started it, it made my life shit. Sgrub is--it's the only way I ever got even a fucking chance to truly lead anything.

But even then, when I cloned myself and sent me back in the past, I couldn't fucking change my blood color. If some change cropped up that made me different, the whole fucking timeline would be doomed. It's set in a fucking stable time loop that I'm this worthless freak.